ANAMEMOIR

Day one to three, restless crying
I slept under my bed, curling up
To feel the stones beneath me
The coldness, reality…
Day four, I’m starting to seek for something soft
Grabbed my little pillow and one blanket
Still, I want to sleep on the ground
A different kind of solace
Recovery is faster than what I’ve thought
All miseries I’ve survived before were more tempestuous than this

…and I enjoy the ground this time
Comforting…steady…it doesn’t get lower than this